Monthly Archives: December 2024

umbrella of apostrophes

b-movie cycle: v. The Incantation The incantation was one of pathos, of moving b-movietude: Lana Turner was in it—The Big Cube. Something waiting for me on “saved recordings” — something in nanoseconds that included bum trips, flashbacks, and psychedelic ass—something … Continue reading

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rice and gauze

b-movie cycle: iv. Chuck and Knuckles the Dog (Who Helps People) redux Chuck Heston was in my head again. I fell asleep last night thinking I need a new muse. I’ll be damned if Chuck Heston didn’t show up for … Continue reading

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cold dead hands

b-movie cycle: iii. A Madhouse (redux) It was this Charlton Heston thing. The Romans are meeting at the Forum — more like the Colosseum — deciding the fate of the legions off at war; and somehow, I, a hero, am … Continue reading

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crunchy green block

b-movie cycle: ii. Got ‘da Soylent Green Blues If you can’t afford the entire Soylent block—Git’ yerself’ a bag o’ Soylent Crumbs. Soon as I get up the nerve,Soon as I slip this green ether, Ima’ goona’ git’ scooped up—Like … Continue reading

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lost / not lost

b-movie cycle: i. positively deranged surrounded by idiosyncrasy  / a wreck that is a stab 64000 miles wide / im the piglet of she fleck / i retired at meditation + titrated in antiseptic / remember ankh is the name … Continue reading

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three dénouements apart

Our Accolades Sheepfold This madness bequeathed to us in a series of mysterious lives. Peace in our mediation. Relish in our narrows. Psychotropic bug ramifications and redemptions in mandible masking. Tenderest of mercies to you inundated in secondments of bark … Continue reading

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through my earlobe 

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week According to Flannery O’Connor, people without hope don’t write novels. People without hope don’t write novels. I am writing a novel. Therefore I must have hope. Does that work? — Sigurd Nunez / The … Continue reading

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on this melon

Painful Bloating and Gather I finished rubbing the last welt, and I’m currently out. Everything past morals went well until 2 nippers ago.  I’m ostensibly an eraser. I was bloating from ecstasy, and as the nippers wore on I started … Continue reading

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need of repair

Skronk Tectonics (redux) Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the … Continue reading

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the perfect bite

Anything But That (redux) 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence … Continue reading

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